My lips. Took out my phone. Gay porn I wasn’t expecting anything. Just joggers and dog walkers and awkward eye contact with dads.But earlier this evening, I saw him.He was sitting on a bench near the path…mid 30s, bearded, looked like he just got back from a workout. Nothing. I wasn’t expecting anything. Then I stood up, still hard, and headed home with the taste of him in my mouthI’ll definitely be going back to his park more often.Note to Readers: I usually just write fictional stories. Hot. Sweat still fresh on his neck and chest hair peeking through the collar. Little overhang. I just dropped to my knees on the gravel. Then I stood up, still hard, and headed home with the taste of him in my mouthI’ll definitely be going back to his park more often.Note to Readers: I usually just write fictional stories. He looked up when I passed, then spread his legs a little wider.I didn’t think much of it. Sat down beside him. Twice. Fast. My spit dripping onto my shirt.
